479 pul̤l̤um cilampiṉa kāṇ * pul̤-araiyaṉ koyiliṉ *
vĕl̤l̤ai vil̤i caṅkiṉ per-aravam keṭṭilaiyo? *
pil̤l̤āy ĕḻuntirāy peymulai nañcu uṇṭu *
kal̤l̤ac cakaṭam kalakku aḻiyak kāl occi **
vĕl̤l̤attu araviṟ * tuyil amarnta vittiṉai *
ul̤l̤attuk kŏṇṭu muṉivarkal̤um yokikal̤um *
mĕl̤l̤a ĕḻuntu ari ĕṉṟa per-aravam *
ul̤l̤am pukuntu kul̤irntu-elor ĕmpāvāy (6)
Simple Translation
479. See, the birds are chirping.
Don't you hear the loud blowing of the white conch
from the temple of the God who rides on Garudā?
O friend, wake up.
He drank the poison from Putanā's breasts and destroyed
the cheating Sakatāsuran,
He is the primordial force who gently rests on the ocean on the
snake Adishesha.
Sages and yogis rise and praise him saying, “Hari, Hari!”
Listen to their praise. Let the chant enter and cool your hearts
Come, let us go and worship our Pāvai.